| (feat. Spade) | |
| ..it's the end of the world | |
| You know what, my nigga? | |
| Let's get active | |
| [VERSE 1: KAM] | |
| I was born in sin, shaped in inequity | |
| So niggas who ain't been where I been don't really click with me | |
| I'm quick to be up and out on a solo creep mission | |
| Or in a jeep fo' deep, screwdriver in the ignition | |
| Listenin to gangsta rap, thang on my lap | |
| Steady havin anxiety attacks, ready to snap | |
| And give a nigga the claps | |
| From this black thick dirty dick I whip out | |
| (Unzip) empty the clip and dip out | |
| Off into the night, takin flight like a great white | |
| Dressed in khaki and denim pumpin lead venom like a snake bite | |
| Buckin like a Texas bull or a Bronco | |
| Tougher than leather, leave a fool forever horizontal | |
| I g-o h-a-r-d | |
| And I can't be no c-o-w-a-r-d | |
| See, it's a war goin on where the brown and the black live | |
| Told you befo', man, I'm a soldier fo' sho' and I'm active | |
| [CHORUS x2: KAM (& Spade)] | |
| So can you busters really fade it? (active) | |
| Nigga, I ain't just affiliated, I'm (active) | |
| Every day deep when we swerve (active) | |
| Nigga, I ain't on no weekend reserve, I'm (active) | |
| [VERSE 2: Spade] | |
| I was forced to get a trade, the dirt handler | |
| The street hustler, the gambler | |
| Still at it with automatics, active | |
| Move weight, then back to blowin in traffic | |
| I'm an addict and don't smoke on dope | |
| I'm just a fiend who get em off by the quotes | |
| **** a rap star, I'm far from rich | |
| Even if I sell a mill I still'll flip | |
| These qualudes to oz's to birds | |
| Homie, chop that chirp and let's go to work | |
| It won't cease till I feel I can buy the world | |
| I can't sleep, I just wanna move this dirty girl | |
| I ain't hard to find, catch me on a block countin up a knot | |
| You want it by the powder or you want it by the rocks? | |
| We still play the field, playin for appeal | |
| Playin to the kill, boy, this shit is all real | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| [VERSE 3: KAM] | |
| I'm from that army of the Dry Bones in the Valley nation | |
| Never the aggressor, specializin in retaliation | |
| (Takin dough means) makin foes bite the dust | |
| We just fight with those who fight with us | |
| United by the light, so in God I trust | |
| So I might just bust and cut you all the way down to your pie crust | |
| Cause my lust ain't just for attractive booty | |
| But layin enemies down, stayin on active duty | |
| I walks my post in a perfect manner | |
| Keepin always on alert in suit and tie or t-shirt and bandana | |
| It don't matter how much stress you put on my shoulder | |
| I'm a die-hard wartime frontline foot soldier | |
| Bang in a car and we drive straight | |
| So **** 24-7, I ride it 25-8 | |
| Fly straight and pray to Allah for forgiveness | |
| While these other niggas talk the talk I really live this | |
| [VERSE 4: Spade] | |
| And that's the realest it get | |
| We're still O.T. comin back with a grip | |
| My O.G.'s taught me how to move a brick | |
| So active, liable to snatch you right out of your whip | |
| You don't really want no problems with this | |
| Beatin niggas with the bottles of Cris | |
| Slap they models, make em swallow it quick | |
| That's on the Eastside, you know how we ride and dip | |
| If you familiar then you know how them gangstas get | |
| When we active | |
| [CHORUS x2] |
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